Turning Hell into Heaven
52. Akhats
Dara looked fixedly at the figure in the mirror reflection. Paras ayu self-owned in a glass frame it looks more plenary beauty with a typical bridal make up.
“Maa syaa Allah .. Beautiful,” lirih Dara.
“How's the book?” Lusi who was next to Dara interrupted in a cautious tone.
Sretti.
The sound of the dressing chair being brought back. The owner of the beautiful face is now standing. By stretching out both hands, the body slowly twists itself.
The combination of kebaya and abaya models of ivory white ornate swarovski crystals with a variety of luxurious colors also perfectly curls following the flow of motion of the wearer.
“So lovely's. Thankfully, the sacrifice of staying up all night is not free.”
Susi rubbed the clothes that are attached to the body of the bride-to-be.
“Thank you, for entrusting me as a Designer on your happy day. You look more beautiful, ayu, very charming,” Lusi said sincerely. His eyes could not escape from looking at the woman before him intently with the aura of astonishment that accompanied.
“Eh, reverse! thank you for being a designer on my historic day. Without a seasoned designer like you, it is my day to make a dream of wearing a dream wedding dress. You're the best,”
Geck.
Geck.
Geck.
The praise between the two women as Designers and customers was interrupted by a knock on the door.
A woman in uniform who showed that she was the organizer of the event, after knocking on the door of the bridal makeup room said, “Mari get ready. Soon it will start.”
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Some baritone voices belong to wedding witnesses in sahuti with similar words from invited guests.
Through the direction of the event guide, the two pairs of human children who have just been bound in the sacred braid of marriage mahligai now stand facing each other.
The dashing man who wore a bridal suit was in tune with his partner, although it was legal according to religion and in the eyes of the State to touch a woman who was not a muhrim before him, it looks still awkward when his skin comes into contact with the wife's lentic fingers when pinning rings on each other.
An awkward feeling instantly changes to surround a heart when women who used to be considered ordinary friends give a warm and soft touch of their sensual lips when they shake hands. In addition to the encouragement of affection as a husband to his wife, making a gentle kiss landed on the forehead of the woman who flowered and blushed to receive special treatment from the Imam.
The applause lit up the beautiful atmosphere before the eyes.
“God's holy maha. Yes old bride?” the owner of the voice turned to Lucia.
“Ho oh's. So cold. The old bride's heart is getting better. Don't just cool eyes, single heart how are you?” without pity with an innocent voice, Lusi replied to the man beside her.
“Start again. I've left it all to the one who is the most. As a friend, reduce her nyinyir ahh. Expand support and do’a yes so that this comblowan effort in improving yourself becomes one of the reasons to get a companion of life that brings peace of heart. So that it can be happy like a newlywed couple in front there and an old bride beside here who remains happy even though her husband prefers to uphold justice in the courtroom rather than accompanying his wife to go kondangan,”
Sticking with the expression of the heart, a few moments later a light laughter was heard from Lusi who was also followed by the friend.
“Aamiin-kan first,” refute Dara.
“Aamiin” Lusi and Radit stop their laughter then follow Dara's advice. Then the three of them laughed again while occasionally seeing a happy newlywed couple ahead.
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